Chapter 362

Ron walked slowly toward the scale. With the chains, each step was extremely heavy. The clink of his chains was the only sound in the vast hall, sharp and cold as it echoed off the marble walls.

To Zedekiel, each metallic note landed like a blade against the inside of his chest, each muted strike reverberating with pain he could not show. He kept his face neutral, unwilling to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing him break. 

Though, he badly wanted to ask, why? Why didn’t Ron tell him about everything? Why did he decide to do it all alone? But the words caught in his throat, strangled by the weight of the crown and the duty it demanded.

Ron kept his head high. He had helped his friend fight for love. Where was the shame in that? If he was to go down for it, then he would go down with his head raised, not bowed. Even Zedekiel had once said that love was the purest thing in the world. Fighting for it should never be a crime. 

He reached the great